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"Ahh….is that your file?"

House raised an eyebrow at Wilson, but kept walking. Such a stupid question wasn't deserving of an answer, and they both knew it.

"Fine. Let me be more specific. Does that file belong to a patient of yours?"

"Not currently, but who knows? Tomorrows and whole knew day."

"Greg…."

"Oh, you're calling me Greg now? Something serious must be up." House paused, wincing slightly. The knife of pain that seemed to live in his leg sunk a little deeper. Wilson looked troubled as House took the Vicodin bottle from his pocket.

"You know how Vogler said he was going to get rid of the whole department if you didn't pick someone?"

House tipped his head back and dry swallowed the pills. It was a little like eating candy, when you thought about it. Same rush, same pleasurable tingling. "You're point being?"

"He's serious. I heard him talking to Cuddy about how much it would cost to hire a new batch of Doctors. Plus stealing someone's patient is probably not going to get you on his good side."

House rolled the pill bottle around his hand, feeling a rare flicker of pity. Cuddy must be in a terrible position. Protect the people she worked with, or please the patron. Though she'd be more then happy to let the door hit House on the butt on the way out, it was a different story for the other three. Combined, they were too valuable to loose.

Wilson still looked uneasy.

"So I'll get rid of one of them" said House with a shrug. "After this patient."
Wilson had a feeling that House was planning on doing no such thing.

"That's still not your patient." he said in way of protest.

House smiled.

"It is now."

Cameron rubbed her head, grimacing. The Aspirin had done little to dull the ache inside her skull. The smell of paint wasn't helping any either,the smelllingering even inside the lab. Shaking it off, she looked again at the screen.

Application for Transfer.

Her hands hovered hesitantly above the keyboard. Should she? After all, it would make her job a hell of a lot easier. Working with a man like House was a strain, emotionally and professionally. As a supervisor he was, well….a jerk.

And that was putting it nicely.

Unbidden, the memories of the conversation in his office crept into her mind. Shame burned on her cheeks. How could she have said that! She wanted to bang her head against the screen for being such an idiot. House didn't have feelings like that for anyone, let alone her. Though she supposed it was decent of him that he had told her outright what he thought. A lot of men could have easily taken advantage of such a crush.

No. It wasn't decency. He just did what he knew was right, not caring if he had to break the rules to do it.

Not decent. But right.

She was typing in her details when Chase walked in. Discreetly she minimised the file, turning to a webpage on Leukaemia. She watched him out of the corner of her eye. Things still weren't right between them. It would be easy to apologise….her pride stopped her. He was as much in the wrong as her.

He slammed the cabinet and walked out. He hadn't glanced at her once.

Hammer blows began to knock in her head.

"We have a forty-five year old male with-"

"Where did you get this patient?" Chases eyes were narrowed in suspicion.

"I found him on the way to work. He looked so cute I just had to take him in." said House sarcastically. "Now-"

"So we didn't get referred this patient"
House rolled his eyes heavenward.

"Yes we did. It was Dr Lanver."

"We don't have a-"

"Does it matter? Started with L. Now-" he rapped the board with his cane. "Mr Waterhouse. Has a history of bowel problems. Came in a week ago with terrible cramps to the abdomen. Still here because Dr Lanver can't figure it out. Any ideas?"

"Bowel Cancer." As always, Chase was first of the mark.

"Nope. Dr L did an Angiogram of the intestines. Nothing but crap."

Then something very strange happened.

Cameron giggled.

House blinked, thinking he'd finally lost it. He gave his head a little shake.

Nope. Still laughing. Cameron looked as surprised as the rest of them, hastily trying to turn them into coughs. Chase and Foreman stared at her like she'd grown an extra foot.

Cameron bit the inside of her cheek till it bled, but she couldn't stop the hysterical sounds bubbling passed her lips. Horrified at herself, she tried desperately to cram them down. Get a grip! She hissed inwardly. It did no good.

In the end she had to leave the room.

In the stunned silence she left behind, House turned to the other two.

"Is she drunk?"

Cameron was sitting on the floor of the toilet stall. Head in her hands, she took a deep breath, then two. She still felt giddy, though that might be something to do with the paint. The floor still felt sticky with it, and the stink was stifling. God, was the smell everywhere?

Cameron couldn't believe it. She couldn't remember the last time she'd lost control like that. Now everyone would think she was barely holding it together. Furious with herself, she glared angrily at her hands.

They were probably right.

This thing she had with House, whatever it was, was tearing her up. The stupid emotions she'd been trying to ignore had kept coming back. So she'd given in and tried to do something about it. Everything had gone wrong. House avoided her and acted like she didn't exist half the time.

No wonder she went hysterical.

It would be a relief to transfer out of there. Then she could put the whole thing behind her. Especially House.

Her headache had come back. Wearily, she took out the bottle of aspirin and dry swallowed just like her boss.

Things really began to heat up in the next chapter. You'll never guess ; )